Sometimes three is all you need

I am trying to focus on the positive tonight, because if I don’t, I feel like I will explode.

First off, thank you to the mystery dog who ate my bluetooth headset tonight. That would be the $120 bluetooth headset that I used with my iPhone. The ONLY bluetooth headset I’ve ever had that actually did what it was supposed to. This item rarely leaves my purse, but today I was fucking around with it while trying to get the Remote App on my iPhone to work, later finding out that app doesn’t even use bluetooth. I left it sitting on the bed. So yes, it was my fault. One of the dogs abandoned it after removing the earpiece and cover. Guess circuit boards aren’t very tasty.

Thanks to The Kid who must comment every goddamned meal on how he does not want to eat what is being prepared, because it is nasty or sick or gross, because HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT I WANTED TO HEAR THAT EVERY FUCKING DAY? I know, my bad for not stuffing you with McDonald’s or Pizza Slut every night. After all, living here is like living in a prison camp.

And now, on to the one thing that I would not have expected in a million years would have been the highlight of this evening. We went on a run around town, just a three mile jaunt. Scott got home late and was tired. I was worn out, depressed, and quite honestly, running was the last thing I wanted to do tonight. However, the marathon looms, and I absolutely do not want to feel like I did in Duluth.

So we went. And everything hurt. My right heel. My right knee. After about two miles my lungs felt like they were on fire; I was pushing the pace to keep up with Scott (per usual) and was really starting to feel it.

And then, for the last quarter mile, my lungs cooled down. My shoulders got looser, I started to not notice the pain as much. And then it was over. And I remembered that this is why I run. I had forgotten how good running can make you feel.

And on nights like these, sometimes it turns out to be the highlight, or the only thing that will keep you sane.